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Lost identity

How can this be?

That this face I now see

Was the face of blissful youth

And everything yet to be

 

It’s now twisted in hatred

Misery and pain

My Life\'s hard lessons

Have clearly been in vain

 

Those once innocent eyes

Bright and filled with wonder

Now dark and full of contempt

From the dark spell I’ve fallen under

 

Drained of everything

That was wholesome and clean

Unable to remember what hope

Or happiness really mean

 

Staring now back at me

Are my eyes that now see

The reflection that depicts a face

I no longer recognize as me